"Nope!" Neville smiled. Being with dad was great. Yeah, mum was great, too, but not the same as dad, you know? "You're okay, I guess," he finished, teasing. His dad had to know that he thought the world of him, that Frank was his favourite person in the world. The universe, even. Why, if something were to happen to Frank...well, that was a moot point, because children hardly thought of the what ifs unless their parents were actually in danger. Which Neville was sure they weren't. Even though he could feel a kind of tension in the air of the house as of late. Just grown up stuff, they told him. As long as it didn't taken them away from him, or make it so he couldn't play outside or with Harry or Ron and Ginny, he didn't care.
"Why's mummy gone to work so early? I wanted to play with her a little this morning." He looked up and at his father, changing the subject as quickly as any easily-distracted child would. "Can I go play with Harry instead of Gran today?"